I’ll Become a Villainess That Will Go Down in History

I strained my eyes, trying desperately to fix the memory of Uncle Will in my mind’s eye.

In a dimly lit corner of the prison, a young man was crouching.

I could only stand there and stare at the atmosphere of despair.

In fact, even if I had been there, I would not have been able to speak to Uncle Will.

I was certain that I would always feel helpless. I was ashamed of my inability to help Gilles, as I was when I went to the impoverished village for the first time.

People easily mention they would “help”, but they fail to realize how difficult it would be.

People should be more aware of how much responsibility they could bear with that word.

…Once people realized that, they would not be able to say “help” so easily.

I quietly approached Uncle Will, who was crouching.

Even though I knew it was in the past, even though I knew it was in my memory, I wanted to be there.

If this was Uncle Will’s most painful memory, I wanted to be there for him.

It was just my ego, but that was how important Uncle Will was to me….

“Will-sama”.

I heard Grandfather’s voice from the next prison cell.

It must have been before Grandfather and the others were deported. Master Kate and Master Mark must be here as well.

Uncle Will did not answer, though he must have heard Grandfather’s voice. I wanted to hug a boy about my age, who was in a state of abandonment.

“Will-sama, are you all right?”

Grandfather’s worried voice echoed in the prison. Grandfather must have been treated awfully.

There was no way they would be deported unharmed.

“Please…please don’t die.”

I was incredibly angry at the situation. Why should they have to go through this?

What a horrible thing to do…. Prison was a place for scoundrels, wasn’t it?

I looked at Uncle Will, trying my best to suppress my anger.

“…You are a cruel man to say such a thing to me under the circumstances.”

A weak little voice emanated from Uncle Will’s mouth.

He had lost everything he cared about, and to top it off, both of his eyes had been gouged out, moreover he was put in jail.

It would be too much to ask him not to die.

“Please live”, Grandfather’s strong voice, echoed in the dungeon.

Grandfather was the only one who could say such words to him in this situation.

“…For what?”

“For the future of this country someday.”

Grandfather answered immediately.

Grandfather, you should be more careful about what you say.

How much more do you want Uncle Will to bear the burden? You should let him go.

Or was I naive to think that?

“You still want me to work for the country that betrayed me.”

Good point.

Why should anyone think about the country that ruined their life?

I sympathized with Uncle Will. I took the anger I felt from him against the Duelkis head on.

“One day you will understand. That it is the best revenge against this country.”

“…I don’t understand.”

“That’s fine. I am certain that in time you will understand my words.”

Grandfather might have the ability to calmly analyze things at any time and in any situation.

The situation they had been in would be at a level where they could go insane. If I were in the same situation as them, I wouldn’t know if I could remain like this.

“No matter how many months go by, I will never work for this country.”

Grandfather did not respond to Uncle Will’s words.

After a few moments of silence, “Unless”, Uncle Will, continued,

“…if I ever can see again, then…no, it’s a miracle that can’t happen. Let’s not think about that.”

“…What if someone could perform such a miracle?”

“Then I will devote my life to that one. I promise to do everything in my power to follow their will.”

Uncle Will looked up a little and said in a confident voice.

I remained frozen in place, staring at Uncle Will.

…No way.

So, on the day I gave Uncle Will one eye, he gave me his life?

Did you bet your life on a dream?

“I hope that person will be someone from Duelkis.”

Grandfather said this and at the same time the memory was interrupted by a pause.